Poems ✍️

Big Pharma, sugar and crude oil
keep economics on the boil.
Man has descended way too far
has fast become a falling star.
Some die, indeed, on foreign soil.
The three I mention are the cause
disasters with their own strange laws,
the time to look is almost past
is there a man who will, at last
say NO, and would it give us pause?
Is it the love of money, Sir?
A hat of mink, a coat of fur?
so many say 'of course it is'
as life itself must be show biz.
But who might be the regisseur?